Within the magazine, we see profiles written by fellow trailblazers like Jodie Foster and Oprah Winfrey, divided into artist, leader, pioneer, titan and icon categories.

Right smack dab in the “artists” section sandwiched between Frank Ocean, Bryan Cranston and Steven Spielberg is Christina Aguilera, which I find odd, taking the non-success of her last two albums (Bionic and Lotus), her hiatus from The Voice, and the fact that she’s a goddamn mess into account.
Her write-up has Celine Dion reminiscing about the months she was pregnant with her first son and used to watch Christina at all the awards shows over a decade ago, in the year 2000.

Eight scientists, Lena Dunham, the president and his wife, Kate Middleton, a North Korean dictator and the woman who gave us eye herpes with the music video for “Dirrty.” Why not?